Attributes are infinitely increasing, I dominate multiple

bite--

After a cold and eerie crisp sound, the brown music box inlaid with obsidian and bone beads on the glass bar slowly opened its lid.

Click, click, click, click—

After opening the lid of the box, a little ballerina with beautiful shape and exquisite workmanship but no facial features immediately appeared inside the music box, spinning rhythmically in circles.

Accompanying the dancer's mechanical circling, a quiet but creepy sound of music suddenly sounded from the box.

Dang Dang~Dang~Dang~Dang~Dang~Dang Dang~

The volume of this music was obviously not too loud, but the dozens of black people sitting everywhere in the audience felt chills all over.

"This sound... feels so scary."

Laider, the talkative black man with scorpion tattoos, couldn't help but shudder and grinned, "It feels... it feels like a dead soul is crying."

"idiot."

The black father on the side sneered disdainfully, "This is the sound made by playing a water piano. You know, horror movies usually use this kind of background music, so you feel scared."

"Ah? Shuiqin?" Laidel couldn't help but be stunned, "Dad, how do you know?"

"Hey, I was also in the music industry when I was young, so I always know something about musical instruments."

The old black man smiled proudly, "Speaking of which, I have also released two Rap albums."

"What?" Laider said dumbfounded, "Dad, are you so awesome?!"

The other black people also looked at each other in astonishment.

They never thought that the boss, who had always been rough and violent, was still in the music industry.

You must know that in American slums, black people usually only have three paths in life:

Playing basketball, rapping, and being in the gang.

Generally speaking, if you are lucky enough to take the first two paths, basically no black person will choose the third path.

But there is no way, after all, not everyone has the ability and talent to rap and play basketball.

In this world, mediocre people always make up the majority.

But what they didn't expect was that their father actually had this talent.

"Dad is awesome!"

"Haha, Dad, which album did you release?"

"Dad, have you met 2Pac?"

"Hey dad, have you ever worked with Snoop Dogg?"

The old black man did not continue to talk too much about his youth, but just laughed and chatted with his men.

At the same time, he picked up the music box that was still spinning and said casually curiously:

"However, I have never seen a music box that can produce water piano sounds. I don't know which factory it is from?"

As he said that, he turned over the music box and found the manufacturer's information.

At this moment, the weird and cold sound of the water piano suddenly stopped, and the little dancer who was spinning around and around in the box also stopped spinning at the same time.

Kakakaka——

The temperature in the bar instantly dropped to freezing point, and the liquid in all the wine glasses and bottles froze into ice.

"Cold, cold, cold... so, so cold!"

The sudden drop in low temperature caused Laidre to tremble and huddle up on the sofa, his frozen teeth chattering.

The other black people were not much better. They all hugged their arms and gasped, saying, "It's so cold."

"ah!"

At this time, the black father suddenly screamed and threw the music box away from him.

Everyone, who was almost speechless due to the cold, was stunned. They quickly looked at their boss, only to see that the old black man's right hand that had been holding the music box was now covered with dense knife marks that were deep enough to see the bones.

The knife marks were so dense that they almost cruelly peeled off the layer of flesh and blood attached to the bones.

"damn it!"

The black father's eyes widened, and a surge of anger burned in his forehead. He immediately used his other good hand to pull out a Tokarev pistol, pointed it at the music box leaning on the ground more than ten meters away, and fired three times.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The gunshots were violent, echoing in circles in the empty bar.

These three gunshots were like the sound of tapping one's fingers on the door of hell, suddenly summoning the arrival of some terrible force.

Swish——

The music box suddenly dimmed into a lake, twisted and expanded into a thick iron door that reached the ceiling of the bar and was studded with dense numbers of desperate faces.

Boom!

The door opened, and a thick iron chain covered with twisted back thorns suddenly flew out from the heavy gray fog inside. It broke through the air in an instant and crossed a distance of more than ten meters to wrap around the neck of the stunned old black man.

Shocked to see this, everyone present was stunned.

What's going on?

Is... is the door to hell opened? !

“Uhhhhh!

"

The black father's flesh was pricked by the barbs on the thick iron chain, and blood flowed out. In addition, the chain became tighter and tighter, so he rolled his eyes and fell to his knees in pain and lack of oxygen on the spot.

If you look at his body with an X-ray microscope at this time, you will be horrified to find that under the influence of a strange force, the entire skeleton in his body from top to bottom has rapidly grown a layer of 'plush' from every surface. Dense bone spurs.

These extremely fast-growing tiny bone spurs are cutting through capillaries, piercing thick flesh and blood, and piercing into worms--\u003e\u003e

While moving his internal organs, it also gave the black father waves of terrible pain that went straight to his bone marrow. The pain was so painful that he wished he could commit suicide on the spot.

However, the iron chain was too tight, so tight that the old black man was unable to do anything else. He could only pant with all his strength and scream intermittently.

"Dad?!

"

Laidre, who was the closest, had no time to think more. He immediately roared angrily, picked up a Scorpion submachine gun, pointed it at the iron chain and the thick iron gate behind, gritted his teeth and fired wildly.

Da da da da da da!

The other black people in the bar followed suit, taking out various weapons and shooting fiercely at the chains and mysterious portals that suddenly appeared.

Da da da da da da!

But the intense firepower, which is enough to tear a human body apart, has no effect on iron chains and iron doors. It has no effect other than creating a little bit of incineration.

Bang, bang, bang!

The iron chain suddenly pulled back, dragging the old black man ruthlessly away towards the iron gate.

“Woooooooo!

"

The old black man struggled with his legs kicking all the way, and his already dark face was so dark and red from holding back that he was about to burst out with blood.

He tried his best to glance at the iron door behind him, his eyes filled with deep despair and fear.

The pain of despair at this moment, the unknown inside the door of fear.

Da da da da da da da!

There was a hail of bullets and constant shooting.

When the black father was forcibly dragged to the thick iron gate, another thick hammer suddenly stretched out from the gray mist inside the door.

Under the horrified eyes of dozens of black people at the scene, the giant hammer was aimed at the desperate and painful face of the old black man and hit hard.

Bang!

There was a loud bang.

Blood splattered everywhere.

The black father's head was smashed into his chest, leaving only half of his sunken black face exposed.

His body, which was gushing blood crazily, sat firmly on the floor, but it looked smaller than before.

Miraculously, he didn't die immediately. Instead, he stared at a bloodshot eye that was almost about to explode. He took one last look at the slowly rotating neon ball on the ceiling with eyes filled with confusion, emptiness, and despair, and then silently He slowly died with painful sobs.

This is the torture art from the painful hell.

Even an attack that is 100% fatal will miraculously make people live a little longer, so that they can experience this almost ultimate terrible pain in the world.

"Dad is dead?!"

Seeing the extremely miserable death of his boss, Laider woke up from a dream. The rage and faint fear that filled his heart suddenly melted away, and then turned into a complete fear... The apparent supernatural power of the unknown iron gate great fear.

So, without any unnecessary nonsense, he turned around and ran towards the bar door at high speed.

Dozens of black people at the scene, in despair and fear, also fled towards the door of the bar, trying to get away from the killing scene.

But at this moment, the thick iron door transformed from the music box suddenly expanded and shot out hundreds of thick, rusty steel rods, quickly filling the entire bar space like sea urchins exploding spines.

boom--

Hundreds of steel drills exploded in all directions so fast that there were obvious bursts of gas explosions in the air.

In the next moment, all the black people, including Laidre who was closest to the door, were pierced by sharp steel drills and pinned to the wall.

In an instant, except for the 'lucky man' who died immediately, most of the other black people who were still alive seemed to have fallen into a piercing hell, and they all cried, howled, and screamed as loudly as they could.

"Ahhh! My belly!"

"Ooooh, it hurts, it hurts!"

"Help! Help! Someone help me, woohoo!"

"My legs! My hands! Ahhhh!"

"Fake, Fake, Fake, Fake! It hurts me to death!"

"Please God, please save me! Ooooh!"

At this moment, a tall, thin and cold figure slowly appeared from the heavy gray fog inside the iron gate.

call--

The fog clouds dispersed, revealing the figure, but it was a handsome Chinese young man with a pale complexion and a ghostly temperament.

This is clearly the human form transformed by Mu Cang.

Walking slowly out of the gate of hell, Mu Cang listened to the intermittent sobs that had been calling for 'God'. He grinned and immediately walked in the direction of the sound.

Pata ~ Pata ~ Pata ~

After a sudden sound of leather shoes stepping on a pool of blood, Mu Cang walked to the place and tilted his head slightly. He saw five steel drills piercing through the left shoulder, right chest, abdomen, crotch and left leg in front of him, and they were nailed to the wall. The fat black man could not help but smile gently:

"How do you feel, Nig."

When the black man heard the question, he looked at Mu Cang slightly unconscious and muttered in pain: "God... Lord... save me..."

"Yahwei." Mu Cang tilted his head, "Unfortunately, I am not."

After saying that, he turned around, ignored the screams and cries around him, and walked towards the door of the bar with a smile.

Behind him, the iron door slowly dissipated, regrouped and turned into a music box, falling lightly to the ground, waiting for the next curious person to open it.

Boom——

Gently pushing open the glass door and walking onto the asphalt road, Mu Cang leisurely looked at the Statue of Liberty in the distance shrouded in light, covered in green patina, and smiled: "What a coincidence, we came to the United States again, but here The spiritual energy activity is...a bit low."

That's right.

The first person who came to this world through the gate of hell--\u003e\u003e

Soon, he clearly sensed that the aura environment here was extremely poor.

Although it is not a realm without spiritual energy that is completely devoid of any spiritual energy activity, it is still worse than the Blue Star before the first spiritual energy recovery.

“There may be some superpowers, but the number will be very small and the intensity will not be high.

In terms of martial arts and fighting, I guess marrow cleansing and blood transfusion is the highest level. ”

Mu Cang shook his head slowly, "What a bad world, but... it's not worthless."

Feeling the heavy and rich negative emotions between the sky and the earth, and the resentment and hatred contained in them, he couldn't help but clasping his hands and laughing:

"The world is full of suffering and the human world is like a prison. Although these resentful emotions are not much for me who has set foot in ancient mythology, one world is not much, and ten million worlds are particularly considerable.

After finding the Wrathful Hell and the Dream Demon Hell, occupy all these ten million worlds.

Well, we must also find a way to find the traces of the Illusion Clan. Their ability to freely transform information and matter is still worth studying. ”

At this time, a rough shout suddenly came from the alley on the left:

"Raise your hands! Lie on the ground! "

Mu Cang glanced sideways and saw a fat middle-aged white COP holding a gun in both hands and pointing it at him alertly and nervously.

"Wow, wow."

Mu Cang laughed, "Sir, you're pretty fast."

"... Zizi... Kevin, how's the situation now?"

The white COP stared at Mu Cang closely without relaxing, tilted his head and talked to the intercom on his shoulder, "I'm trying to control the suspect. I suspect he is carrying heavy weapons. Another brother, come over, it's safer."

"Suspect?" Mu Cang raised his eyebrows curiously, "What crime did I commit?"

"Huff~Huff~"

The white COP took two quick breaths and said with his eyes wide open, "Boy, do you know how many community reports we received just now? The Bat Gang's territory behind you, there are so many gunshots in it, are they fighting Afghanistan? !

After the gunshots stopped, there were so many screams, but in the end, only you walked out intact.

Although I don't know what happened inside, you must have something to do with it!"

As he said that, he raised his gun and shouted again: "Don't let me repeat it again, now! Immediately! Right now! Raise your hands! Lie on the ground!"

"Why are you so serious?"

Mu Cang smiled and waved his right hand, "Look, you have a gun, but I don't, so what are you afraid of?"

"Huh? Wrong? !"

COP looked at his clenched left hand and asked from a distance: "What's in your left hand, open it quickly!"

"Oh~"

Mu Cang raised his clenched left hand, looked at it and smiled, "A little thing, if you want to see it, then look at it."

As he said that, he opened his palm, and then more than a dozen yellow-orange bullets jingled and fell to the ground one by one.

"This?"

The fat COP looked confused, obviously unable to understand.

"Do you feel that the pistol has become lighter?" Mu Cang reminded with a smile.

"You? ! "COP quickly flipped through the magazine of his pistol, but found that there was not a single bullet in it. He was shocked and said, "You...you actually changed the bullet...how did you do it? !"

"That's not important."

Mu Cang touched his sleeves and smiled jokingly: "Take another look at what is at your feet."

Hearing this, the fat COP lowered his head involuntarily.

But he saw a gray-white brain that appeared out of thin air on the wet ground between his feet.

This is...a human brain!

"Uh..."

Instantly, the fat COP's eyes rolled wildly, and then he fell to the ground with convulsions all over his body.

At the same time, his brain was also crushed into a sticky protein residue.